[Zelda gets to her feet as Angeal and Sparks approach. Her hands stay firmly on her purple Chocobo trying to steady the poor bird. Her moogle flies to the Chocobo's back and plops down on its neck, hoping the action would calm it more.]
I'm alright.
[Her voice is sweet but unconcerned about herself, as her eyes take in the actions of her frantic bird. She should be able to figure out what's wrong. Zelda looks towards her company, her worry now evident in her voice.]
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I'm alright.
[Her voice is sweet but unconcerned about herself, as her eyes take in the actions of her frantic bird. She should be able to figure out what's wrong. Zelda looks towards her company, her worry now evident in her voice.]
I don't know. She just started getting agitated.